For those of you who live under a rock, deep down in a cozy cave, under miles and miles of sea water, too high in the clouds where cable and wi-fi suck, you should know that we are in quarantine. Most of the world is staying at home and avoiding people, which, if I have to be honest is what I usually do anyway.
It turns out that the most common reason for not being able to write – which applies to me and many, many others – is the lack of ideas or inspiration. Some have a hard time starting their story, others write themselves in the corner, others write without a problem but struggle with making the story come to life.
Last year I’ve made a similar post with a very long and compulsive list of books I felt I should read – all those I had at home gathering dust and calling to be read. Unfortunately life got the better of me and I got carried away with planning a wedding, honeymoon, trips and generally working so I got nowhere near where I wanted to be.